“You can take the girl out of Texas, but you can’t take the Texas out of the girl.” – Janine Turner
I didn’t have a typical childhood. It was one spent moving from place to place, never living anywhere for long. The one and only constant besides my dear mother was the fact that up until I was 39, I spent most of my life living in Texas. No matter where I may roam, it will always be home.
Home. Where people still sit on a porch and drink ice tea and listen to the crickets sing. Every Sunday, there is a pot of beans on the stove seasoned with salt pork and onions; the smell hangs in the humid air. Summers are hot and sticky in the South but that didn’t stop us from playing until all hours of the evening. I recall hot nights filled with fireflies…
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